Chapter 8 - The Cage of Gold Shatters
Before Elena could answer her daughter, the screech of tires echoed down the alley. Another car, a battered, unmarked sedan, skidded around the corner, its headlights cutting through the fog. Dominic’s head snapped up, his instincts instantly overriding his grief. He knew his own security detail; this wasn’t them.
The windows of the sedan rolled down, revealing the dull gray barrels of automatic weapons.
Vanessa had never stopped hating her sister. Banished, humiliated, and cut off from the wealth she believed she was owed, she had spent five years funneling information to Dominic’s rivals. When her contacts tipped her off that Dominic was flying to Nova Scotia without his full security detail, she had seen her chance to wipe out Elena, the heirs, and the man who rejected her, all at once.
“Get down!” Dominic roared.
He lunged forward, tackling Elena and the twins to the ground just as the street erupted in gunfire. Bullets chewed through the cobblestones and shattered the brick wall behind them. Dominic covered his family entirely with his massive frame, acting as a human shield against the onslaught.
Elena screamed, clutching her children to her chest, the deafening roar of the guns terrifyingly loud. She looked up and saw Dominic’s face contorted in agony as a bullet tore through his shoulder. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t stop holding them down. He was bleeding, his blood soaking into Elena’s coat, but his grip remained like iron.
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“Gabe!” Dominic bellowed into a comms unit on his wrist.
Within seconds, Gabriel’s SUV tore into the intersection, returning fire with lethal, military precision. The hitmen in the sedan were neutralized before they could reload, their car riddled with holes. The street fell terrifyingly silent, save for the howling wind and the sound of Dominic’s heavy, labored breathing.
